politics of sentiment: is there such a thing as a “politics of sentiment”?
Part one= Machiavellian approach
how and why?
external and internal causes
the aftermath of Napoleonic defeats on America and Europe
changes in the trade and exchange habits due to a change in society
Part two= the enlightment perspective
French and Scottish philosophers
Society and its organizations: leaflets, boycots
ideas with a view : consequences on trade and exhanges between cultures
Part three= the passionate involvement of Quakers
and other important factual elements and people linked to the cause
Did British abolitionists take their appointment with history with a capital H?
without being too assertive, we may say “yes” they did!
we may enlarge the perspective of this debate on contemporary issues, namely
the environmentalist debate and the debate on a more controlled, limited and reduced
Chapter 38 Jane Eyre
Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present. When we got back from church, I went into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary was cooking the dinner and John cleaning the knives, and I said –
casual and detached tone: not usually attributed to someone who makes such an announcement
“Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning.” The housekeeper and her husband were both of that decent phlegmatic order of people, to whom one may at any time safely communicate a remarkable piece of news without incurring the danger of having one’s ears pierced by some shrill ejaculation, and subsequently stunned by a torrent of wordy wonderment. Mary did look up, and she did stare at me: the ladle with which she was basting a pair of chickens roasting at the fire, did for some three minutes hang suspended in air; and for the same space of time John’s knives also had rest from the polishing process: but Mary, bending again over the roast, said only –
“Have you, Miss? Well, for sure!”
A short time after she pursued–“I seed you go out with the master, but I didn’t know you were gone to church to be wed;” and she basted away. John, when I turned to him, was grinning from ear to ear.
“I telled Mary how it would be,” he said: “I knew what Mr. Edward” (John was an old servant, and had known his master when he was the cadet of the house, therefore, he often gave him his Christian name)–“I knew what Mr. Edward would do; and I was certain he would not wait long neither: and he’s done right, for aught I know. I wish you joy, Miss!” and he politely pulled his forelock.
“Thank you, John. Mr. Rochester told me to give you and Mary this.” I put into his hand a five-pound note. Without waiting to hear more, I left the kitchen. In passing the door of that sanctum some time after, I caught the words –
“She’ll happen do better for him nor ony o’t’ grand ladies.” And again, “If she ben’t one o’ th’ handsomest, she’s noan faal and varry good-natured; and i’ his een she’s fair beautiful, onybody may see that.”
I wrote to Moor House and to Cambridge immediately, to say what I had done: fully explaining also why I had thus acted. Diana and Mary approved the step unreservedly. Diana announced that she would just give me time to get over the honeymoon, and then she would come and see me.
“She had better not wait till then, Jane,” said Mr. Rochester, when I read her letter to him; “if she does, she will be too late, for our honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.”
How St. John received the news, I don’t know: he never answered the letter in which I communicated it: yet six months after he wrote to me, without, however, mentioning Mr. Rochester’s name or alluding to my marriage. His letter was then calm, and, though very serious, kind. He has maintained a regular, though not frequent, correspondence ever since: he hopes I am happy, and trusts I am not of those who live without God in the world, and only mind earthly things.
teasing the reader
You have not quite forgotten little Adele, have you, reader? I had not; I soon asked and obtained leave of Mr. Rochester, to go and see her at the school where he had placed her. Her frantic joy at beholding me again moved me much. She looked pale and thin: she said she was not happy. I found the rules of the establishment were too strict, its course of study too severe for a child of her age: I took her home with me. I meant to become her governess once more, but I soon found this impracticable; my time and cares were now required by another–my husband needed them all. So I sought out a school conducted on a more indulgent system, and near enough to permit of my visiting her often, and bringing her home sometimes. I took care she should never want for anything that could contribute to her comfort: she soon settled in her new abode, became very happy there, and made fair progress in her studies. As she grew up, a sound English education corrected in a great measure her French defects; and when she left school, I found in her a pleasing and obliging companion: docile, good-tempered, and well-principled. By her grateful attention to me and mine, she has long since well repaid any little kindness I ever had it in my power to offer her.
first ending: all’s-well-that-ends-well music or how the heath has its well-hidden enchantment and rewarding side in store
My tale draws to its close: one word respecting my experience of married life, and one brief glance at the fortunes of those whose names have most frequently recurred in this narrative, and I have done.
I have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest–blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully is he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward’s society: he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together. To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character–perfect concord is the result.
Mr. Rochester continued blind the first two years of our union; perhaps it was that circumstance that drew us so very near–that knit us so very close: for I was then his vision, as I am still his right hand. Literally, I was (what he often called me) the apple of his eye. He saw nature–he saw books through me; and never did I weary of gazing for his behalf, and of putting into words the effect of field, tree, town, river, cloud, sunbeam–of the landscape before us; of the weather round us–and impressing by sound on his ear what light could no longer stamp on his eye. Never did I weary of reading to him; never did I weary of conducting him where he wished to go: of doing for him what he wished to be done. And there was a pleasure in my services, most full, most exquisite, even though sad- -because he claimed these services without painful shame or damping humiliation. He loved me so truly, that he knew no reluctance in profiting by my attendance: he felt I loved him so fondly, that to yield that attendance was to indulge my sweetest wishes.
One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a letter to his dictation, he came and bent over me, and said–“Jane, have you a glittering ornament round your neck?”
I had a gold watch-chain: I answered “Yes.”
“And have you a pale blue dress on?”
I had. He informed me then, that for some time he had fancied the obscurity clouding one eye was becoming less dense; and that now he was sure of it.
He and I went up to London. He had the advice of an eminent oculist; and he eventually recovered the sight of that one eye. He cannot now see very distinctly: he cannot read or write much; but he can find his way without being led by the hand: the sky is no longer a blank to him–the earth no longer a void. When his first- born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were–large, brilliant, and black. On that occasion, he again, with a full heart, acknowledged that God had tempered judgment with mercy.
My Edward and I, then, are happy: and the more so, because those we most love are happy likewise. Diana and Mary Rivers are both married: alternately, once every year, they come to see us, and we go to see them. Diana’s husband is a captain in the navy, a gallant officer and a good man. Mary’s is a clergyman, a college friend of her brother’s, and, from his attainments and principles, worthy of the connection. Both Captain Fitzjames and Mr. Wharton love their wives, and are loved by them.
second ending: “See, reader, you are mistaken… do you think I am so foolish to make it so simple for you!”
As to St. John Rivers, he left England: he went to India. He entered on the path he had marked for himself; he pursues it still. A more resolute, indefatigable pioneer never wrought amidst rocks and dangers. Firm, faithful, and devoted, full of energy, and zeal, and truth, he labours for his race; he clears their painful way to improvement; he hews down like a giant the prejudices of creed and caste that encumber it. He may be stern; he may be exacting; he may be ambitious yet; but his is the sternness of the warrior Greatheart, who guards his pilgrim convoy from the onslaught of Apollyon. His is the exaction of the apostle, who speaks but for Christ, when he says–“Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me.” His is the ambition of the high master-spirit, which aims to fill a place in the first rank of those who are redeemed from the earth–who stand without fault before the throne of God, who share the last mighty victories of the Lamb, who are called, and chosen, and faithful.
St. John is unmarried: he never will marry now. Himself has hitherto sufficed to the toil, and the toil draws near its close: his glorious sun hastens to its setting. The last letter I received from him drew from my eves human tears, and yet filled my heart with divine joy: he anticipated his sure reward, his incorruptible crown. I know that a stranger’s hand will write to me next, to say that the good and faithful servant has been called at length into the joy of his Lord. And why weep for this? No fear of death will darken St. John’s last hour: his mind will be unclouded, his heart will be undaunted, his hope will be sure, his faith steadfast. His own words are a pledge of this –
“My Master,” he says, “has forewarned me. Daily He announces more distinctly,–‘Surely I come quickly!’ and hourly I more eagerly respond,–‘Amen; even so come, Lord Jesus!'” Book of Revelation (I Am Coming Quickly) may be attributed to the apostle John
Positive Piece of News Project
art one year after the eathquake
Listening comprehension: an orphanage in Haiti.
What is an orphanage?
an orphanage is a place for children who need to be taken care of when parents or families
cannot (can’t) care for them or will NOT (won’t ) take care of them .
I-Underline the correct answers:
A-The young woman who is working in the orphanage is called:
1- Martha- 2- Melinda 3- Melissa
What ‘s her nationality?
Welsh – Irish- Scottish -Canadian – French – American – British
B- The orphanage is located :
1 – at the very bottom of Port au Prince 2- in the mountains above Port of Prince (the capital city of Haiti)
3- by the seaside
4- in a beautiful place with a breathtaking or an amazing viewpoint
C- The name of the orphanage is :
Little Angels God’s Littlest Angels God’s Little Angels
II-We are given a tour of the orphanage
How many children (babies and toddlers) are living in the orphanage?
What is the name of the baby who has a scar but who is doing well?
Jude – Jade – John
What is the name of the place for babies who are in need of special care :
Special Care Unit Intensive Care Intensive Care Unit
III- Do you agree or do you disagree with the following statements?
Some babies will be reunited with their families later on in the future when they have a proper house to live in .
Some will be given for adoption .
Some babies are staying in the orphanage because their parents cannot take care of them as their house collapsed during the earthquake .
One baby is here because her mother can’t (cannot) take care of her as she has a defect in her legs .
IV- What about Ti’dada?
He is the son of one of the nannies .
He is lots of fun or on the contrary he is no fun.
It is a nickname .
He hasn’t got an older brother.
He will go back to his home once his house is rebuilt .
He is staying there until they can get their home rebuilt.
He has been abandonned by his family.
V- What about the lady who is talking to us? true or false?
She is enthusiastic and says she is happy to work there because it is the best place to be .
She tells us that volunteers come and help them on the balcony of the nursery.
She likes the balcony at the top of the house and she feels she is blessed to be there .
Her final words are: “What else can you ask for!” ” What can I say?”
VI -Express yourself :
In my opinion this video-clip is a relevant , interesting and genuine(authentique)– or uninteresting and boring – document about the work done .
Would you like to work in an orphanage? Where? Why ? Why not?
It is a very interesting report and I like the baby Ti’ Dada!
It was the very first island to get its independance during the
slave trade ( commerce des esclaves)
It became the very first republic made for and by Black people.
Toussaint -Louverture had a lot of arguments with Napoleon
and both men (tous les deux) had the same personality:
they were determined and strong -minded. The “white ” emperor was facing the “black” emperor.
Haiti is the poorest or one of the poorest island in the world.
Haiti was the victim of one of the biggest earthquake.
Toussaint -Louverture was imprisoned in the Château de Joux!
He eventually died here! (il a fini par mourir ici) eventually= finalement